Page 102 of Unexpected Forever
“Now you’re sweaty,” he says, cupping my ass. “Looks like you need a shower too.”
* * *
Our sexy showerantics only make us five minutes late to my appointment.
When they call my name, Nate and I stand together, and as we approach, the nurse looks up from my chart, the practiced smile on her face freezing. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open.
“You’re…you’re Nate Gentry,” she stammers out.
“Guilty as charged.”
In spite of his dazzling smile, his eyes are distant. Almost bored. It’s like the windows are all boarded up so no one can see in.
“Wow, I’m a huge baseball fan. My son and I just love you.”
He shoves his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and gives a slight nod. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
“Oh, wow. I can’t wait to tell him! You’re his favorite player.”
A blush colors her cheeks, and she goes from medical professional to fangirl with hearts in her eyes in two seconds flat.
I have to wonder who’s the bigger fan, her or her son. My money’s on her and not because Nate hit a career high, nearly record breaking seventy-one home runs in his last season of play.
He chuckles and puts his hand on the small of my back. “Well, thank you. Listen, I can sign something for him if you’d like, but how about we get my girl back into a room first?”
With the warmth of his hand on the small of my back and him calling me “his girl,” I do my best not to give Nurse Fangirl a smug look.
She looks between me and him, almost as though just realizing I’m standing there. “Yes, yes, of course. My apologies. Follow me.”
As we follow her back to the exam room, Nate raises a brow at me and I shrug. I’m not about to tell him, yes, I want to claw her eyes out.
In the room, he sits in a chair along the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, his broad body dwarfing the chair.
Fangirl manages to pull it together long enough to take my vitals and give me instructions on what I need to do to prepare for the ultrasound.
When she leaves, she sends a flirtatious smile Nate’s way. The smile he gives her in return isn’t flirty, but I still want to claw her eyes out.
Moments later, I lie on the exam table, white paper covering my lap.
“Are you nervous?”
I turn my head toward him. “Yeah, a little bit.”
He places his hands on his thighs and stands, walking over to the exam table. He picks up my hand and kisses the back of it.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, why?”
I shrug. “It just seemed like you were…off when the nurse recognized you.”
He sighs and looks down where our hands are joined. “I just want to keep you safe is all.”
“I’m fine, Nate.”
He nods but stays quiet.
“Listen, if there’s one thing I know about Madison Ridge—and my family especially—is we take care of our own. And you’re one of our own now.”
